Chapter Three
When she woke up the next morning she looked at her bottom in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She was rather taken aback, even shocked, by the bruising, some of it a deep purple, some almost black, right across the centre of both buttocks. On the way into work, sitting on the tube, she could feel the soreness in her bottom. She stared around at the other passengers. What if they knew, she thought. What if they could see my behind and know what a slut I am, how harshly I’ve let myself be used? She smiled inwardly. It was a good feeling. So, she thought; now I know what a beating is like. Do I want another one? I think I probably do, she told herself. It was exciting. It had reached somewhere inside her that nothing else had ever reached before. And she liked the feelin
